~ Mostly philosophical musings after religion and politics

Naughty Wind

The stand of man is underhand,
the self-bootstrapping, under-planned.
That Bitch, the Earth, connives the way
to bring us back t’eternal day.
Too proud to go, She’ll transmute wind
to FORCE us back, then to ascend.

(Today at DversePoets, Kelvin has us writing poetry about his artwork)

…what fun… you really focus on the artwork itself producing really some mystical image of that lady who do know how to tame the wind…. in life everything around can be too playful.. and we don’t oppose more..we must learn to play with it… smiles… and thanks for this…

Unlike Brian Miller’s comment, I don’t think nature or god(s) or karma or anything else is moving us in a direction. A look through the history of the billions of people that have died horrible deaths and lead horrible lives makes that clear. Or if it is true, Nature is a horrible monster — well, I’d agree to that, but I don’t expect us to have any other fate of any other organism. Why would we. I know you agree.

Thus Earth (Nature) is only a bitch if you look at the world arrogantly or pathetically thinking humans are special. We are not underhand — we are hand-in-hand with all the rest that is going down, spinning around. But you are right, we are “too proud”!

Ah, not written from your own voice — well, not from your own opinions and feelings. That always trips me up when poetry does that and does not make the playfulness obvious to the reader. In prose, we learn quickly that we are reading fiction, but in poetry, they often trick us. Devious damn poets. 😉

So then I guess my comment is to a supposed testosterone driven society.

That gives me a good idea: I must write an ode to the too frequently maligned hormone.